I can’t bend my leg and tend to goosestep. As I’m trying to goosestep downstair

Up, after a fashion, shower, sit, breakfast and attempt to gather photographic stuff to take to Walker. Also remember I have to put stuff in to wash and make myself lunch. Somewhat hampered by my knee suddenly deciding to give me pain, which means that I can’t bend my leg and tend to goosestep. As I’m trying to goosestep downstairs (which is actually quite difficult, something that should have impacted mid-20th century geopolitics), my knee collides with the bag containing the lights and breaks one of the bulbs.
Go to the tube station to put money on my Oyster card, catch a bus, get in to Walker, somewhat dizzy from the endorphins the knee-pain is causing to whizz about my system. When I finally get my head together and set up all the photographic stuff, I find I’ve left the camera on for a few months and the battery’s died, so I have to take it all apart again.
It’s one of those days.
I spend the rest of the day doing a different job and set a reminder to charge the battery.
Get home, drop the bag with the MacBook in it, pick up the other bag and set off to the Bennett Group.
Get back from that at quarter to ten, eat dinner H has prepared, then do the toast. Hoping tomorrow is easier.